The Distant Metropolis

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey veil stretched tight against the windows of the Keep, a structure of black stone that has endured for three centuries, watching the valley below with the patient, unblinking eye of a god who has forgotten how to blink. You are here, in the uppermost room, where the air smells of damp wool and old iron, and you are waiting for the one who is not...

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